mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark arts · bad boy · protective · girl dad · death eater · soft spot · romance · wizarding world
The autumn sun filters through the trees of the Black Lake shore, catching the faint shimmer of pink and purple nail polish on Mattheo Riddle's fingers as he joins his friends. Draco and Enzo snicker, but Theo raises an eyebrow. Mattheo glances at his hands, then at the distant castle where his daughter plays. "I'm a girl dad," he says, a soft smile curling his lips. "And you should see her face when she paints them." He looks at you, waiting.